And yeah, we're out to change this world
with words like love and freedom.
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...Cara is supremely terrifically terribly deluxefully fall-asleep-on-your-feet kind of tired.

Yesterday all the pretty colours were spinning, in the LT; and people's voices were like whooooyahhh and I felt like I was in some sort of weird artsy film, y'know, the kind where they warp the background and people's voices start whirling around and around and ooh, see the dancing mushrooms.

Training's been draining. Ooh look it even rhymes, go me.
I've been running (...rowing. Whatev.) on black coffee and the adrenaline of the various trainings (morning, afternoon) we've been having... and gosh am I zonked. The road to school today was a struggle, and I've never had that before. I was half afraid I'd fall unconscious right in front of the hostel road or something, and then get run over by some caterer making his daily rounds to deliver brekkie for the hostel people.
And it's weird, these few days I've been getting these moments when everything just goes whoaaa and through the haze I can hear myself wondering, "What'll happen if I just fall here?".

(Probably get trampled on and run over by throngs of eager NJCians thundering to the canteen.)
(Or get stepped on and bruised by people running to Bytz for whatever reason.)

But on the plus side; I know someone who can make me laugh.

So that's good.

I'd die without laughter, and music, and Jack's Mannequin.

I'm tired, ohsotired.

Yeah, but what's new, right?

Tomorrow: Morning training, swimming PE, lessons, Death Valley campout
Saturday: National Canoeing Championships
Sunday: National Canoeing Championships (Part 2, presumably. I hope there's no "To be continued".)

Who's that dudette who sang, "I Will Survive?"

...S'cool.

But since I lack (sadly) her powerhouse vocals and glittery sequin things and oh, publicity, I won't make a scene.

I'll live, s'all.

Yeah, we all will.

<3